By Margery Hannah
by Margery Hannah
The first time I was too young
Life moved fast yet
promised eternity
The second time I was too young
Iife still moved fast but I
sat on a plot
rotating around my dreams
and I figured just so—
I would allow him a small part
The first time they sucked
it out the same way I sucked
on Pixie Stix as a child
Not tender, the aim: exhaust
all the sugar from the straw
as fast as possible and place it
in my belly’s jar
Now the jar I emptied, the ruins
placed in a bubble
we will never see
© Margery Hannah 2002-2022. Text only. All Rights Reserved.
Shanai Williams
Love your poetry. I wish I had the toolset to write similarly and from the heart.
Thank you, Lisa. Just write; your heart will flow if you let it. There are events you can join that provide writing prompts. ❤️